The Ticket to Happiness. Faith Bleasdale

The Ticket to Happiness - Faith Bleasdale


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led her to the sofa, sat her down and passed her some tissues.

      ‘About what, Gem?’ she asked.

      ‘Oh God, I’m such a fool. I knew it was too good to be true. This life. Meadowbrook, the hotel, us then Freddie and the beautiful house…’ Her words were interrupted by her sobs.

      ‘Hey, it’s not too good to be true. You deserve it all.’

      Pippa put an arm around Gemma. This was the old Gemma, riddled with insecurity, never feeling good enough. Pippa felt her heart breaking for her. It had taken Freddie a while to get Gemma to agree to move into the barn conversion with him. At first she’d lived at the hotel, sharing Pippa’s apartment – the living room had been a bedroom for a while – then she’d tried to rent somewhere nearer her college. But Freddie had begged her to live with him and eventually she’d relented. They lived with Albert, the cat that Freddie had adopted for her from the sanctuary to persuade her to move in with him. Albert had been Gemma’s favourite. Pippa never knew her brother could be so romantic, especially as Albert loved Gemma but didn’t like Freddie. Although when he first lived with them he’d hiss at Freddie, now he largely ignored him. But Freddie loved Gemma and Pippa thought her being there, with her boyfriend and her cat, and the rest of the Singers not far away, had given Gemma a new family and made her feel secure. But now, it seems she might have been wrong about that.

      ‘You know I’ve been struggling. When the anniversary of nan’s death came up I felt as if I went right back to when she died. I miss her, you know, and I still feel so lost sometimes. But I’m also lucky. I’ve got you and I’ve got Freddie and the family. But you know how insecure I was and still am sometimes. I try to fight it but it never goes away. Not properly.’

      ‘I know, but my annoying brother loves you, Gemma.’

      Pippa was stern, although sometimes Gemma did need a bit of a talking to. Mind you, Pippa did, too. That was how their friendship worked. Gemma would tell Pippa she worked too hard and Pippa would tell Gemma she was too hard on herself.

      ‘I do know that, deep down, but Freddie’s so confident, as you know. I’m not and I think I’m trying to push him into something he might not be ready for.’

      ‘What do you mean?’ Pippa asked, feeling herself go cold.

      Maybe her suspicions were right. Her brother had never been a fan of commitment but with Gemma that was changing. However, Pippa knew that he had to make the changes in his own time.

      ‘I mentioned marriage and babies. Seeing Harriet with Connor and Toby, well, it kind of makes me want that. I want my own family.’ She dissolved in tears again.

      ‘Oh, Gem. Freddie loves you and perhaps he should be thinking along those lines at his age. In fact, he might well be. But you know, he’s not the kind of guy you push into doing things,’ Pippa said gently.

      ‘I know. He said he didn’t like children and he really didn’t want a baby. He said he preferred chickens.’

      Pippa couldn’t help but laugh.

      ‘That’s such a Freddie thing to say. And you know he doesn’t mean it. But, Gemma, he does love you, I can see that. Anyone can see that. But you need to give him some time.’

      ‘I know, and there’s no rush.’ Gemma was only thirty, after all. ‘I just can’t help myself. You know, everything’s going so well, so why am I trying to sabotage it?’

      ‘Million-pound question. Listen, we need to spend a bit of girly time together, give Fred some space. Let him stew with his chickens. Once he gets back from picking up our new guest, that is.’

      Gemma laughed. ‘I could certainly do with that.’

      ‘Let me settle in the new arrival and then perhaps we can have a trip into Bath for some shopping and lunch.’

      ‘Sounds lovely. Thanks, Pippa, I don’t know what I’d do without you.’

      ‘You don’t have to know.’ Pippa hugged her. ‘That’s what friends are for.’

      She just prayed Freddie and Gemma would work this out, because she didn’t want to lose her friend and she also knew how much Gemma didn’t want to lose Freddie. Not only that, but Pippa knew how much Freddie needed Gemma. She just hoped that Freddie knew it, too. She thought he did but equally, she knew that he was probably panicking about Gemma’s grown-up demands. Just as everything seemed to be going smoothly, problems were mounting once more.

      What with Harriet and the baby, Gus and Fleur, and now this, Pippa was worried. Was there yet another storm about to break? She sincerely hoped not.

      Pippa had run out of things to straighten. She had even straightened up Hector, who was working in the bar. He’d chosen a table by the window and was typing away. Pippa had taken him coffee after coffee, trying to keep busy. She didn’t know why she was nervous, but it was probably because the hotel was quiet, so their new guest, Brooke, would notice everything. She wanted her to arrive and think how perfect, how wonderfully British it was, that was important to Pippa.

      She had a group of women arriving the following day, best friends, who were participating in a painting workshop with Gus for a long weekend. That would certainly add a bit of life to the place but for now, she hoped that Brooke would fall in love with Meadowbrook. She was the first American that the hotel would welcome and she hoped the Englishness of the place would go in their favour. But she was worried that a young Californian woman would find it a bit dull or lonely being here alone for two months. Yes, she said she was looking at setting up a business, but what would she actually do every day?

      She shook herself; she was fretting for no reason. She was polishing some already polished glasses at the bar, just for something to do. The rhythmic typing of Hector’s laptop was fairly soothing and it was almost as if she were polishing in tune. The bar was designed with a nod to art deco, and the tables and chairs scattered around had been inspired by Freddie’s obsession with Bright Young Things. It was quite dark, the furniture, but the floor-to-ceiling glass doors that led out to the patio brightened up the room. The bar ran across the top of the room, commanding it, and mirrors above reflected the bright array of liqueur that they provided. It really was Freddie’s domain and it was a huge hit with all the guests.

      ‘Hi.’ Freddie bounded in suddenly.

      Pippa almost dropped the glass she was holding. Hector looked up.

      ‘Haven’t you forgotten someone?’ Pippa’s voice was filled with horror. ‘Where’s our guest?’

      ‘She’s asleep in the car, or at least I hope she’s asleep.’ He didn’t look happy.

      ‘What do you mean? Is everything all right?’ Pippa asked, chewing her bottom lip anxiously.

      ‘Whether everything is all right, Pip, depends on your point of view. So there I was at Heathrow, stood with the sign … actually, the other drivers who were waiting thought I was one of them and they struck up conversations with me about traffic. They were very friendly but what do I know about traffic? I know nothing about traffic, so I had to nod and agree that the M25 was the worst motorway ever and I don’t even know if that’s true or not.’

      ‘Freddie, the guest?’ Pippa pushed.

      ‘Oh, yes, so I was waiting and after what seemed like ages, a blonde woman, almost hidden behind her luggage trolley, appears. She made her way over to me and blinked at my sign, so I went to greet her, told her I was Freddie Singer and then she fainted on me!’ Freddie explained.

      ‘You should be used to girls falling at your feet,’ Hector joked.

      ‘Well, maybe, but not actual fainting, though. We had to get help, first aid, and it took ages for her to come round. I got her some water and when she did wake up, she was really embarrassed. Kept apologising. So eventually we got her into the car – I had to push the luggage and they put her in a wheelchair; although she said it wasn’t necessary. Anyway, when we got to the car, she sat in the back and didn’t speak


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